I discover time
as pink moons.
How has one year
passed already?
//
I used to take pride
in big & small things.
Now I take pride
in nothing.
//
I miss surging at
the sights
of I don’t know.
Oh, I don’t know.
//
The water.
A mirror.
Grass.
The world turning.
//
Nighttime.
Short skyscrapers.
Rooftops.
Sandal straps.
//
A family, a family, a fam-
ily of model figures
I placed gently on the toilet
in our bathroom.
//
Oh, they’ve fallen over!
What does pride feel like now?
I’m only arrogant now.
I keep one stem of every rose bouquet.
//
I place dried petals on my tongue
at full moon ceremonies.
Tonight it’s pink, it’s pink
again, oh.
//
I’m starting to believe or
wonder
if the way I move my fingers
matters.
//
If there is not enough love
in the world.
If there is too much
time.
About the Creator
Joe Nasta
Hi! I'm a queer multimodal artist writing love poems in Seattle, one half of the art and poetry collective Eat Yr Manhood, and head curator of Stone Pacific Zine. Work in The Rumpus, Occulum, Peach Mag, dream boy book club, and others. :P
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